I was that kid. The one who went to the library at least once a week and borrowed the maximum allowed amount of books. Which was 12 at a time. I devoured books like most kids did Doritos (don‘t get me wrong devoured Doritos too, but reading was far more interesting than food).

I would dutifully return the read books and gleefully take out 12 more. My backpack always weighed a ton. Perusing the library for my next reading binge was like shopping was to most girls. I was excited about it.

To find that next great story that would send my mind to another place was exhilarating. Taking me out of my existence in the mundane to someplace magical, mysterious, or even dramatic was the best high I knew.